The man™

“Hey now, don’t get upset because my jokes are off the hook.” She continued as her soft laugh filled the hair, offering a small smile to the other as she made her way outside. “French? I do actually. One of my many talents.”

A small curve pulled to her lips as her hip moved to nudge his own. “I am quite light, thank you.”

A small frown covered the lips of the woman as her ars moved to cross over her chest. “I swear, you can’t be nice to me for five minutes if your life depended on it.”

“I’m not that boring and I have never once thought of murdering you or something.” Her response pulled as she placed her notebook against the bookshelf before quickly moving to catch up with the other. “One mean comment and I am ditching you in the middle of town.”

“Unlike you, I can live without sex, Will. So, maybe for you. I am quite fine with being around you.” She admitted. “No notebooks? Alright, only if you promise you won’t be a giant jerk the entire time.”

“Married doesn’t mean I have to sleep with you,” she rejected quickly as she pushed herself to a stand. Hands holding her notebook close to her. “I meant yes to adventuring, no to you and your pent-up sexual frustration.”

“I’m going to ignore that,” she stated with a sigh before leaning back in her chair. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, for life experience and all.”

Her hand released the pencil to allow it to rest against the notebook once his words hit her. “And what would you suggested I do?” the woman asked as she pointed towards him. “Since you have all answers to life itself, of course.”

The sound of the familiar voice caught the woman entirely off-guard. The two hadn’t spoken much, almost not at all if she were to think about it, making the sudden conversation a surprise. “I’m working on my next writing probject. I figured, I have all the time in the world right now, why not get a head start?” Her soft voice explained as her pencil continued lines against the page.

Words spread across the paper of the notebook in front of the woman, eyes more focused on the lines than others around her. Tapping the pencil against her bottom lip, the woman allowed her eyes to wander before a small bounce came to her. “Exquisite,” the word rolled off of her lips before her attention pulled back onto the filled-out page.

“ you really think they don’t like me? i can’t think of anything i’ve done to make them feel that way. ” he pouted for a second, overthinking the situation as usual. 

“our history is telling me that it’s way before sleeping with you but you know that already,” she answered back in a bored tone. “why would you want to get drunk ?? did you fuck up already?? wouldn’t surprise me if you did, if i’m honest.“